[heres why i don't believe in true love; because jeremy jordan, ben fankhauser, ryan steele, and andy richardson all exist in this world.]
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Jess wrapped his arms around you from behind, rocking back and forth to the best of the birthday song. He ruffled the near hair on your head and pulled away, belting out the lyrics with the rest of the boys. You grinned down at the cake lit up in front of you, eager to take a piece of the red velvet delectable.
You glanced around the all of the boys as the song wrapped up. They watched as you leaned down and blew out the candles. You hadn't noticed you'd bumped your backside into someone, but he did. His face flushed a deep red, his schoolboy crush being fumbled with in this instant. Andy moved out of the way as Ben moved in with a knife, beginning to chop off slices of the cake.
You accepted your piece and sat back in your seat beside Andy's 'dressing room'. He received his piece last, and slowly trailed back to where his laptop lid was open. You winked as he sat down, shoveling another piece of the dessert into your mouth.
"Is it good?" Andy asked, cutting a chunk onto his fork.
You hummed in delight, squeezing your eyes shut in dramatization. "Very good," you nodded. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," he swallowed his bite and smiled at you.
The two of you finished your slices in cake, you being the first to do so. You shifted through you phone lazily, waiting for Andy to get done so you could get back to conversing. You glanced up at him to see how far he'd come and grinned. He wasn't paying attention to you and was scraping his fork against his paper plate. Andy stuck the left over frosting between his puckered lips, glancing over at you as you took a few pictures.
His cheeks turned red and he gulped before throwing his plate onto the table. "Did you just take a picture of me?" Andy rolled his eyes, attempting to grab your phone.
You nodded before bolting out of your chair and then the room. Andy bounded from his seat, meandering after you through the halls of the theater. He found you dangling your feet off the top floor of the set, a teasing laugh on your tongue. He climbed up after you and sat down, kicking his foot against yours.
"You're lucky you're the birthday girl, or you'd be on the floor." Andy threw an arm over your shoulder and grinned.
"I know," you leaned into him, staring out into the empty theater.
Andy was looking down at you, noticing the small speck of frosting left in the corner of your lip. "You have a little something," he motioned to his lip and laughed when you completely missed.
"Did I get it?" You furrowed your eyes, your arm hanging in the air.
"Let me-" he brushed his thumb against your mouth, getting only half of it off. Andy built up his courage and pressed his lips against yours, flicking his tongue across the corner of your mouth. He swallowed the sweet taste and pulled away to see your bright red face.
"I think you missed," you pulled him back into you, pressing your mouths together once more.
